Notes from the floor
MBA Weasel: blah blah blah paradigms blah blah blah
Bubba from the floor: What’re paradigms?
Joe Bob from the floor: About twenty cents?
Remember, I do this to entertain me, not you.
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June 21st, 2007 at 7:08 pm
Better is open rebuke
than hidden love. Well meant are the wounds a friend inflicts, but profuse are the kisses of an enemy.
The truth is not always such comfortable medicine and may taste harsh at first, but yet it heals in the endgame.
You wish something not to be true, although it is. Reality does not always give you what is sweet to the senses or tastes good, but in the end, it heals.
You cannot hide from reality forever. You must face its challenge.
You can hate me all you want, but it only hurts yourself in the end. You are not helping yourself at all by resisting what I tell you. I know it’s painful, but you must learn to grow.
Your problem is not my responsibility. Repent, therefore and make restitution.
Otherwise your guilt remains, with or even without me, as it is ineffective to try and make it about me. Humble thyself, and learn to preserve a better fate for you.
A lying tongue hates its victims,
and a flattering mouth works ruin.
June 21st, 2007 at 7:34 pm
What are talking about?
June 22nd, 2007 at 9:20 pm
Wow. I think somebody just discovered LSD.